Replay

Shawty like a melody in my head got me singing like na na na na everyday, its like my ipod's stuck on replay.

That song is seriously stuck in my head.
Maybe that's why my head hurts right now.

I'm thinking of becoming a celebrity blogger.
Not that I want to, just thinking of how to become one.
IF I wanted to become one, I would start when I'm in college.
That's when I would have freedom and a car and have access to places around Selangor.
Heck, I can even go out of the state. Lol.
But......
To have fun and be famous, you need to have moolah.
Otherwise how would you pay for gas?
Or the food you're gonna take pictures of and review on your blog?
Or the clothes you buy and comment on the boutique or whatsoever?
Come to think of it, having money is an important aspect in life that I won't have to worry about.
I don't think a company would hire an executive with all the qualifications and more but dresses in rags.

So, to be richer, you gotta be rich.
Or you can go for those talent shows or whatever and show off your stuff while other rich brats buy their way up the social ladder.
I prefer working for my success, its so much better than forking out cash like giving angpaus on Chinese New Year.

But, there is the other option. ( I think Marilyn will like this.)
You can marry a rich man, preferably a multi-billionaire, old, has cancer and will die in a year or less.
Before he dies, take care of him real good just to make sure you get into his will.
Old man dies, you get money and be happy.
Newspaper headlines that you are a widow and pictures of you on the front page.
Instant fame. :D
After a few months, meet a handsome football player while on your vacation in Brazil and get married.
Woot. :D

Warning : This must be done without adult supervision.

Man, this post was a piece of crap.